Lyrics:
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Hoes they mad at we
By we I mean the demons in my head
Don't touch my man and that's what she said
So you know Black Vuur was inbetween legs
She
watching TV while eating breakfast at a Waffle House diner
I ask, the waitress if she'd turn it up, Steve implied that the news was dire
An unarmed man in
Denzel Washington on a scene For the country and the queen
Guess John Q Out Of Time Deja Vu is what it seems
In the Safe House with 2 Guns B-I-S that mean
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
(What did I do? Was the thing so bad?) It's like...
Yo, there ain't too many people I would die for
That I
[Intro: sample]
"For in America, black people should never
Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence
In America, when a black man says
be the best version of me
Mama don't you see
Honestly, this been my dream since 17
I'm Martin Luther King
With a global reach
But you can't kill
a dance
I'm feeling like a bastard
This city is in shambles
Now I am on the verge of death
My house
My wife
Martin Shkreli
What the fuck
I loved you
I loved
and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
his own meaning
I'm just feelin' all alone, tryna fight these demons
On my own by myself, you on know how it feel
If I could take you back in time then
And I'm here now, It's the 9 house where we at
I'm going off like milk that's been in the fridge too long
I write these flows keep me going and bring me
chips now they orbit the earth
Can't stay in the house too much work
I been distancing since like my birth
You don't gotta show me how it work
It's
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
her mouf
Keep a taz in pouch
Bad lil joint keep a jay mouf
Wear her J's out da house
Hit da stage in hour
Raise up north
Took the scamming down souf
her mouf
Keep a taz in pouch
Bad lil joint keep a jay mouf
Wear her J's out da house
Hit da stage in hour
Raise up north
Took the scamming down souf
new testaments, I'm clearing
My mind, taking my time to invest in healing
It's appealing, the neon lights, the money and women
But a house is not
LOVE!
LOVE!
Bitch ah been locked in the house
Chiefin n clapping the spouse
Trappin n bagging the pounds
Grow it then chop it announce
Sellin
[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
on a lifestyle
Configuring heights
Now
Plan to sleep in nice gowns
The Family
In Nice house
Thats everything I write down
The Take Over we started
The Bank
that they feed us
The odds in my favor to live my whole life in danger
I wish Martin Luther never trusted Margaret Sanger
Population control, they don't
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
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